Hey, Brooke Mueller, What Do You Have There?

Is that a crack pipe I spy in your hand, Brooke? Why, I do believe it is! And here I was thinking that you just finished another trip to rehab. And aren’t you supposed to have custody of those kids you have with Charlie? Brooke, I’m usually not one to tell a girl how to live her life, but honey, once you get photographed looking like this with a sketchy old tin foil crack pipe in your hands? I think that’s a solid indicator, along with the fact that every single time I tried to type your name I put “Broke” instead of “Brooke,” that you need to take some time for reflection. And probably more rehab.